[Round 1: Pat Stay] Alright listen I got pretty wild last event I felt bad for that night Til I just saw a blog you did where you said you asked me to fight Tsst, yeah right Just when I thought this sh** calmed over You was in the washing room with a bo*er, I'm pissed all over I f**ing hate you These dudes saved you I should've caved you Left his body in the old shed like a snake do Call me an Aryan, it's only right you'll get straight boots And that's just a metaphor for how long I lace you I hate you Drag you from here to Scarborough and scrape you Isn't it crazy how far this rap sh** can take you? I hate you Be thankful, we don't gank you, shank you Erase you, cremate you, send you up to Cadalack Ron to freebase you You see PH he'll say, "Damn, P ate you!" Yeah, cause that's how Scotia do Every time I'm close to you I start getting this serious/Serius jonesing to start Dose-ing you All them stupid faces you making in people's verses you spoken through I just picture him going "whooo" then BOOM he folds in two When Math hit you I was like, "Homie's wild." Saw you sleeping standing up and was like, "Holy cow" It was a camera phone so it was hard to catch it He's still swinging, they aren't connecting Well I'll be damned, this motherf**er is narcoleptic Who says we need a bed just to have a little snooze? Why cause a scene? I thought it was a stand up thing to do Like honestly, do we always need to fall asleep? So his legs were a little wobbly, we don't know how long he was on his feet, alright He was exhausted! Aye, this gon' be a clear loss We are not the same, you plain/plane, you make my ears pop I make top tiers drop tears and drop tiers/tears after I'ma have to- {Pat gets distracted and angered by presumably one of Serius Jones entourage} I had a clear shot like Smirnoff Should've smacked him upside his head, made it tilt like he's getting an ear drop I'm sick of these so called legends thinking they can take a bunch of years off Turn they backs then come running back cause they're broke and their career's flop f** that! I ain't hearing it bro, I put in cla**ic after cla**ic, ten years in a row I lost my voice last time but now I'm clearing my throat And I'm 'bout to make an example out you I really take this sh** serious/Serius Jones Listen to me Rock Steady like pyramid stones Rob everything from his cell to his TV like he screen mirrored his phone I am forever the heir to the thrown The chain I'll share it with Rone But tonight is a necklace I'm wearing his bones like the hunters of Sierra Leone Listen to me I'm out for blood and you shark food, dart you With every needle in the pit from Saw 2 and draw through them all too Talk through my sh** and after when I spot you Both hands up and it's not noon Get your clock tuned And you ain't running nowhere, you will not move Shots through your feet look like you wearing Croc shoes I can't believe he thought he could beat me he's so average Round 1, Jones is done, closed casket [Round 2: Serius Jones] Okay that was cute right I said um, you supposed to be a warrior, a gladiator viking But you had us all shocked god just like Zeus When the last battle instead of thoroughbred you showed up like Mr. Ed Talking horse/hoarce trying to put it on Nik that night True? Well right then me thinking your punches would be magic/B-Magic disappeared like poof So I'm back to rip you toe to toe B/Toby 'Cause you thought you was the coon to/Kunta, let you beat my name out by cutting off da feet/defeat You out your cotton picking mind, tonight we shooting white Roots I mean, right there that transforms you from hard as white boy rock To Barbara Streis' moist twat So today guy I hope you gargle with K-Y Yeah say something slick cause even if you wasn't lying/lion Then that means your throat is a p**y And how your voice box? I mean, it don't matter whatever you got, you go to war n***as chop off one arm you use the other to hold the sword Hollow took the wire out his swollen jaw And you got the nerve to talk like you a live wire? f** a mic, I should unplug your vocal cords See, it's something about when you a champion, even when you hurt you still have to play My man said, "Put blood hands on the bald (ball) face" I said, "I will son (Wilson). And if the n***as you fed ex (FedEx) try to ref you From when I land (island) to the Tom blow his Cast Away It's nasty! It's nasty! Like Cortez "nasty!" I said it's nasty when I give it to him through the bars Like jail food in a box And you can feel your sh** running after I eat half the tray I said I don't care if your bars is packed with punches, cause this ain't Patrick's day I mean, you see how I cleaned Jimz up, but now I'ma do him dirty It's like shop lifting bars Cause you can come to get everything in store but one thing don't register right you gon' wind up losing 30 Remember, "10 bands, 15 bands, 20 bands f** it man I just lost 30 to the government Never mind, never on my mind is another man" And Patty's cake so hands down I got the upper hand I mean, I give my man a G, you in the ER See that's a manager I mean, I didn't want to have to spell it out but my lawyer damn near had to can a DA for me to get to Canada I said yo, you like the modern day Snow Remember, "Informer {speaks gibberish presumably just like Snow did at this same part}" I said, but when I draw on a snitch, I give a rat a tat See you think this is just battle rap but it ain't congrats when You see a pound and then a Pat on his back I said, what you think? I'm supposed to kneel/Neil cause your arm strong/Armstrong? Well don't be the first to go outer space cause we not in the states Cause you get the point And we seen how you back down with a Calicoe in your face I said uh, off principle, I'm busting (bussing) kids in the field if you trip If I bomb your mouth it will tap your lip Why you be rapping and doing this? {mockingly licks his lips} Well, that's ironic because I feel Pat's a lick I mean, how you gon' lose the chain, I mean for real Pat you slip But don't worry because when this sick pimp come to the Darkside and hit you with an ill mac' you lit (Illmaculate) Hello? One zip, let's go [Round 1: Pat Stay] Alright you got me My voice was fine I really just didn't want to battle you Personally, I think you s** and eh, I did what I had to do I'm not proud of it, but hey, I'm working on my attitude But one word that describes why I'm here tonight: "contractual" Dawg you f**ing s**...crap...yuck You're so behind on that word a**ociation sh** it's f**ed This is his most stand out line from his second most recent battle He ran this back twice too And try not to laugh If we- {Pat starts laughing to himself} "If we beef over cheese you'll spill the beans to get me wrapped up You trying to case a dilla (quesadilla)?" Crap! What I didn't understand is, how you didn't puke in your mouth when you said it Then he has the f**ing nerve to go like this {point to his head} like we don't get it "Beef", "cheese", "beans", "wrapped up", yeah we get it pal "Eh, I'll drink it whether I have a jug or not (juggernaut)" Shut your f**ing mouth Dip sh** Yo that style's way gone dude You said a hair/here line this year, shame on you! I really hate this dude More than a cord you gotta manipulate a hundred different ways and position straight just so it'll charge your phone I can't stand this dude And all your self proclaimed titles got me madder than ever You're not a legend just cause you're old and you've been rapping forever "The King Of Battle Rap?" You can have it, whatever You and the queen Rone can live happily ever after together (But yo...yo that's my dawg I'd actually be jealous) But yo, the Bar Lord? What a dick cheese name Bar Lord? Pretty gay How 'bout something different similar like, let's see...f*g Pip squeak legs, 6'3" string bean, stupid little chick pea face, something you, ya know? Or how about "old washed up bum" who just a few years back Said, "Smack needs 15 racks to bring me back." Now he's battling no names, once a month for crumbs That speaks volumes my dude You don't gotta lie and say you're doing it for the culture, it's cool It's okay to be vulnerable sometimes, let him be honest with you His pockets are tight and for a rapper his age this is the only thing profitable There! It's out! It's cool dawg my pockets are too Think about it, why the f** would I go from Hollow to you? I needed money right then and my only option was you But like you had a miscarriage I'm still bodying you Your punch will "give me chapped lips"? You serious? Serius is useless as Future using Siri is I couldn't be more at ease if I heard I had beef with Serius Be like, if you fight with your girl and she goes out for the night But then remember she's on her period But he thinks he's tough right now cause he got some boys around him Til I scalp him and rip Layers off like I copied Royce's album Don't wanna see me wilding, I'm a f**ing animal like GG Allen I'll pick this b**h up like cheerlead practice and Chuck Jones like the artist for the Loony Tunes series cla**ics But I'll keep it rap cause you ain't built for that Little brittle a** ain't even been in a scrap Every time you give him dap his fingers crack And if he has, he lost every single match like he deleted his Tinder app Jesus riding to Bethlehem in a hurry, psst, I'll whip his a** Give him the next round I feel bad for his b**h a** [Round 2: Serius Jones] I said um, if Pat Stay is a s**a Free Boss then who the f**'s the crew? I mean what's up with dude? Because it's true that you do the most non free sh** that you literally have to s** to do I mean for instance, if you smoke meth You crush it then, you plug it in, you light it then what? s** the stem If you smoke grams out of Coke cans then you poke a hole in the side, put something on top, light it then what? s** the tin I mean when you bit the Hollohan that fed you, that was some s**a sh**
But for views you said f** your friend What did y'all do together? When you juice up, tie a vein and go "oooh" and s** it in I mean, s**a sh** I mean, and what do you mean when you like, "s**a" and "brotha" I mean tell the truth, where you got your swag? From watching Shaft? I mean, this ain't a full roast, but let's let some truth sear him/serum Because I don't know what kind of heads you been hanging next to, but you out the loop wearing hoop earrings But speaking of hooping, if I say I'm D. Rose-ing that's no bullsh**, that means I'm popping joints AKA, even though we in Toronto, there can still be a shooting guard (god) but that's not the point I said I just left New York court But you never even balled or had nicks/Knicks You was on a spree, well (Spreewell) the center of some big sh** is what you in (Ewing) cause I know all Pat tricks (Patrick) First he hit you with some, sarcasm A couple jokes then y'all gas him And then he goes into what shall now be known as "a bar-spasm" That's when you're like, "I'm the god blasting The force, I've been forged in my moms back in that lodge cabin When my pops orgasm all happened I'm so hard rapping I can open palm slap him Quiet as Charles Chaplin" and that's when Y'all start clapping To me, that multi sh** is kid sh** But this big b**h, 6'6" and diss kids that's autistic? f** this lame doing? Face shoot him until you in space, drooling And your brain moving a little different, now you can relate to him See, just cause you bought coke from Scotians don't mean you from the streets Patty They said, "P...fa**i. When we see him we feast 'pon him But just cause they split your cocoa bread don't mean they gon' cover your beef, Patty See, everybody know Jones got hustle in him Hoes love his [?] we gotta duck the system But y'all ain't got no struggle in you You just sound like a f**ing victim Pat be like, "What you know about migraines? Where your mind strains to the point you wanna tie a vein And feed your co*k to a pit like you fly planes." This guy's strange f** my old cla**ics It's not debatable that all I do is homi Yeah I've been at the docs/docks, transferring weight, but I want a new body That paper turn a n***a to monster, ori-goon-gami Yeah I was too nice with I.C.E., well today I brought Horroh and Suge; that's two Shotty's You ain't the type of white boy to grab a Tommy and ghost 50 for The Power But you do take videos of yourself sh**ting while your girl's in the shower So, it's weird when you mean cause where is the steam for your career though? Cause you look scary on screen but your daily routine says "Weirdo" That's 2-0 let's go [Round 3: Pat Stay] I'm from the pimp capitol of Canada so I'd never disrespect the game We all know you're a pimp, cause you brag about it everyday I used to think that sh** was cool cause sh**, them dudes be getting paid But since I fell in love with my girl's daughter, my perception changed Now that's where me and you got a problem dude f** this battle, as a man I need to talk to you You need to watch your mouth cause now you got a daughter too And glorifying it is all you do Every blog, every post, every song you do Bunch of pimp sh** and dawg it's cool But just remember she'll be watching you I'm not hating on pimping I'm just saying it isn't honorable to Put it out there when you got a daughter, you say "Never love these b**hes cause feelings will get you k**ed Put them b**hes to work, bring daddy his bills" I felt that Until, I looked this child in the face A smile that could make a grown man cry in a powerful way Like how could you take this from her, her values and strength Just a low life piece of sh**, a coward a snake A f**ing a [?] me, in a pa**ionate way Cause where I'm from...man none of them got daddies these days This girl works at a hotel, it was salary based Now she works out of the hotel at an hourly rate Cause her daddy didn't take the time to clean the path that he paves Now she's going through more men then a Latter Day Saint Bro do me a favor When you go home look in your baby's eyes And picture another man...calling her "b**h" and make her cry Manipulate and lie, infiltrate her mind While he sits and waits outside Some cheap motel for his money, while she's getting raped inside! And she don't get a f**ing dime I've seen this sh** a hundred times "Shut up b**h. Here, sniff another line Now you owe me." It's how it works Make her a stripper than strip her of her pride Now I'm not saying that's what YOU DO But that line is pretty f**ing fine Oh but you ain't hearing that Bro, aren't you scared of that? The day you see your daughter out and she's wearing "that" People staring at her like, "Where the parents at?" But a pimp knows her money, that's where it's at He got her dipped, fake nails and the hair to match And a cheap b**b job, that's a clearance rack Yo, he wants to box 'em, but when he looks at him and stares back he sees himself They're both cons, it's a mirror match But you know the worst part about it? You're a broke a** pimp A f**ing low cla**, no cash, slouch a** pimp Got arrest two years ago at the mall for shoplifting Should've ran faster at that parking lot, pimping Aye! f** bars that sh** is real Now everyone heard your story And you doing this stupid sh** only confirms it for me f**ing loser, still pimping little girls and turning 40 What a role model, probably have his own daughter working for him Piece of sh** I feel bad for you, honestly dude Pimping little girls Honestly man, pimping little girls, all your small little scams You need to grow some motherf**ing balls and stop being scared Haul up your pants and get a real f**ing job like a man I'm from the pimp capitol of Canada, remember that So this sh** I just said, might get me beef when I'm heading back But I knew that'd be a risk and I accepted that So I don't give a f** about bars you should give me respect for that Time [Round 3: Serius Jones] Ayo, this n***a made a whole round about me having b**hes Well you know what? I done sold d**, I got companies and you know I've been doing this for a while all over the board, that's greatness But when they write me in the history books, I'ma be upfront Funny that you gon' be on the back pages I said, you know I do got a new daughter, that's actual But it's funny because that must mean I'm pimping you because right now I'm 'bout to be your daddy too I said you know what? But in your rounds, it's good what you've done Cause this is baring not boxing but this whole round I'ma use boxing to put you in one See, in my corner, we'll do you greasy on your face when you cut Yeah I been official in that Mills lane, but if I'm in this ring That mean I'm breaking you up See I can't knock your crown off so I'ma knock your crown out And y'all see, I ain't coming with no straight angles, that's a round house See it ain't how many times you get hit, it's how many times you drop But we don't even count the number of punches in your rounds cause look at the comp' you box (Compubox) I smoldered this culture like Clay, but I started where the cash is (Ca**ius) And if you tried to rope my dope then I'll leave four men (Ali/Foreman) on the canvas "Ali", "Foreman", "canvas" I said, see this is the black Rocky vers' Drago I'm fighting Irish and I box Italiano No I'm not Jay-Z but I will jig a n***a and there's a few selling rock in Marcy I know Rocky Marciano That mic tie son (Mike Tyson) when they jack dem, see (Jack Dempsey) You know, cough a lung And when the price of that sugar raise (Sugar Ray) we robbing son (Robinson) See we do you doing all this moonwalking and dancing in the ring, I guess it's okay to be funny gay And I seen you get f**ed over by the Don King We not saying that makes you a Pretty Boy but I'm not sure whether (weather) the Money May Aww man Y'all with me? Boxing! I said no jab, but that b**h you in love with look like a Bob And her weave's bad You battled to knock of steam but you Paco Jeans, you just seem/seam bad I said if it wasn't for d** you'd prolly really be trash How ironic he only gets into his rhythms with his punches off a speed bag Aww man, I said f** my record deal All I need is these bars to go pop on you You wanna check my record, deal It's heavy metal on it so it's only right I go rock on you See, you Cold playing And I got Bare Naked Ladies that serve corners but My Queen a nina and that drum will get under your skin she got some nerve on her (Nirvana) I hop out the Van, hailing (Halen) leave 5 Maroon when I shoot through Duok duok duok, and if you don't tell These (D's) MC's to run you Walk This Way I might air a Smith (Aerosmith) at you too (U2) Close your doors Give you that Megad**h when I cold bang your head You be happy I did it when I send a shot through your skull Now you Grateful Dead He said, "I'll slit your throat with tears rolling down my cheek" And y'all said, "Whoo!" I said, "Look at you emotional." When we k** we don't feel none boy But if I was crying while I was cutting your cords Baby it would be tears of joy But, enough of the metaphorical violent descriptions Let's get into some rhetorical obvious scriptures Like, who am I? The first n***a that brought jokes and conversation to battle The first street n***a to have a cla**ic played on a channel Went from DVD's to MTV to BET Now you 'bout worth as much as in the Six as Meek CD's But who you though? A former hemi fiend that juices and squeezes in tees Rock Kangols and creasey jeans And usually battles geeky dweebs I mean, I'm not saying that you a girl I'm just [?] in this sh** Not only did you get washed but on camera You gon' be under the suds buried and you just got your whole World Dominated in the Six Let's go!